"Interesting, they're holding out quite well. I think one of them is going t-" A mysterious figure began to speak to himself as he watched from atop one of the arena's walls, noting about how well these two were handling themselves before he watched a trap spring up around the fire-mage. "He is very dead, and the other will soon follow. I need to intervene, or they'll get away unscathed. Time to see how well they react to mind games...." The sound of a horrific scream could be heard from a nearby atop one of the arena walls, before an
came barreling towards Lise, leaping from the wall with apparent super strength towards her in an attempt to terrify the poor girl and force her to freeze in place, just like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming big rig. He let out a long drawn out horrific screech as he descended, the voice of a demon echoing from within.
"I've met few who can handle being near this form, let alone when it surprises them. If this breaks her concentration enough, it'll give the replicant time to renew his numbers. The other will die, but his foolishness was his undoing. As much as I'd want to, I can't save him." The cultist reasoned as he dropped towards the poor girl who was his current prey.
Gregor rushed as he could see another blast starting to charge up, knowing that if she was this mad that it could be the end of the school, for in his eyes Sasha was a beast apart from the others when she was enraged. A divine fury like an earthquake or typhoon that could only be calmed by the likes of him, or something else fluffy and cuddly. As Sasha came into view, Gregor spotted her lack of a skirt and he almost tripped over himself like a fool. Sasha yelped out for him to protect her dignity, and dashed towards him to use him as a hiding spot. Quickly, Gregor took the jacket he'd been using for a cape and draped it around Sasha's waist, creating an impromptu dress to keep others from seeing her from the waist down. "Wha? Wuss happened to ya Sasha? Decided to try tha natural style?" Gregor asks as he's dragged along, not quite sure why her dress had been torn asunder.
Gregor's rats finished their meals, consuming the dead remains of the trolls like a pack of land piranhas as they devoured even the bones. Their king turned his attention to a new problem, as he heard a loud declaration of violent intent. "You witch, I know dis now. Release the curse upon me and my family witch, or I will kill you you!" Ivan declared, or was the general gist of what Ivan had said, as he brandished a hoe at Kakra. Gregor tilted his head to the side, confused as to why Ivan would think such a thing. The rat within his shirt pokes out once again, this time from under Gregor's sleeve to speak. "Sir, I don't believe she is a witch. From what I've seen, it appears she's cursed to be fused with her brother. If I had to guess, she's been cursed like you have, and whatever is tipping you off, I'm guessing the hoe, is detecting the witch magic that binds them together. She's not your enem-" The rat began, before a bright wall of light shot forwards like an explosion. Gregor, thinking fast has his tail wrap around himself like a shield. He felt the light pass over him, and for a moment his connection to his legion was broken as the now bruised and battered rats fled in all directions, dispersing as fast as they arrived on the scene. After unwrapping himself, and flicking his tail around as it felt deeply sore Gregor shook his head. "Is evvryone okie? Wut the bludy hell wus that explosion? Looked like da cuddle mostah Sash-....oh fuck." Gregor begins, before he runs off. "I've gotta stahp her from blowin up da whole school!" He exclaims, terrified of what she might do next if not stopped. He knew there was only one who could calm her down when she was in a truly terrifying rage, and as much as he hated it, it was him. Quickly ruffling up the hair on his body, he fluffed himself up as much as possible as he ran towards the source of the explosion. "I'll be back, dun't kill anyone until I get back, or I'll fukin kick the shit outta ya like the wrath of the forest."
For Gregor, the world was spinning. He watched in absolute horror as Kato sacrificed themselves to save Alexi, the shattered form of his friend smashing into the helicopter and slinking to the floor. Their neck mangled, and bent like a poor bird's neck caught in the jaws of a predator. It was as if the seconds turned the minutes, and the moment to eternity as Gregor lost himself to his rage and began to scream like a wild animal. He began to move his hands, as if he was crushing something between his hands as a light enveloped him, Kakra's magic taking hold. As the fight broke out, Gregor's allies bought him the time he needed to complete his rage fueled proclamation. Every rat nearby could hear it, from those hiding in the nooks and crevices of the school to the rodents skittering in the forest nearby where the trolls had emerged from, the call of their king. His army assembled as the trolls were battered, but unbroken by his friends and rushed forth as Gregor trembled with absolute anger.
Gregor called forth almost a thousand rodents of various sizes to his side, coming from all directions in a whirlpool of fur and fury. "Come, my minions! Rise for your mastah! We sing the song of death! Your foot beats da drums of war, your heart beats the tempo!" He began, the rat inside of his shirt seeming to be helping him direct the horde from his shoulder, whispering into his ear as the voice of reason among the storm of rage. The army descended upon the trolls without mercy, and the rats began to climb the lumbering brutes and knaw into their regenerating flesh. Gregor himself descended with violent abandon upon the mass of destroyed viscera and mulched bone that Ivan had created, chewing around and through bits of concrete and rebar with his minions, soon devouring the entire mass. As the troll attempted to regrow, it was bathed in the acids of a thousand stomachs and rendered inert, chunks of the flesh turning to stone in Gregor's stomach.
The troll facing against Alexi was also swarmed, but the rats took advantage of its weakened state, quickly gnawing through the flesh of its face and skull, opening a wide bloody wound revealing squirming grey matter as they open a window for Alexi to shoot the troll, a new open window for a kill shot. The rest of the troll is swarmed and bitten into in order to keep the weakened monstrosity from moving to violently as its joints and tendons are torn apart. Wails of pain and suffering could be heard from the beast as it is flooded utterly with torment and suffering unlike anything it has ever felt before. It gurgled, its burnt vocal cords snapped and reforged themselves as it shrieks.
For the giant facing against Kakra fared the best in the event of the rat invasion as instead of a horrific amount of rodents swarming and devouring them, it only had a far fewer number of rats chewing into its legs as it appears to have a pair of fuzzy boots on. Their idea was to either chew off its legs and send it tumbling, or allow Kakra to tear it apart while it tried to smash away the rodents consuming it. The rats chewed into and through its knees as it began flailing and falling over, the dimwitted giant unable to fight both the rats and Kakra at the same time. "WAAAHH! DEY EATIN ME! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" It screamed and then stumbled as the terror of the situation dawned upon them.
Gregor shrieked in fury as he finished his meal, and descended upon the troll Kakra was fighting, smashing the Troll's head with his tail repeatedly as it regrew. The intelligent rat poked its head out of Gregor's shirt collar, and looked to Kakra. "They'll keep regrowing until they're harmed with either fire or acid. Kakra, if you can, set them ablaze. We don't have enough rats to devour another whole, but we can keep them incapacitated for now." It explained as Gregor began to tear into the troll, utilizing his tail to rend flesh and bone.
Gregor listened as Kato expressed how unprepared for today he was, but that was fine. Gregor wasn't prepared either, after all his home had been hit by a helicopter, and now he had a talking rat friend. He then heard that the blast happy invader spoke up, about reporting them to the authorities. Gregor goes to reply, but Kato speaks up first with a much less vulgar, and more measured response. Hearing that his friend wants Gregor to be a hero and save the pilot who wrecked his home, the Rat King moved into action begrudgingly. He rushes over, and pries his dumpster from the wreckage, and then tears into the helicopter with his tail as though he were a can opener, and it the can. He eventually pulls the trapped pilot from the wreckage, laying the unfortunate sod onto the ground.
"Well, dat was pretty fookin easy. Now de hard part is findin another place to live, as I've juss lost me fookin house. If I'm unlucky, I'm gonna haff ta go live with Sasha as her pet..." Gregor grumbles, as he walks back over to Kato. Although, knowing the luck in the air, his mention of Sasha could be heard louder, and more clearly than normal as if he was calling to her. If she was in ear shot, she'd no doubt hear him call her name.
Personality: Cruel, wicked and dominant, Gabriel seeks total control over his own fate. He hates those who judge him, and openly welcomes anyone who would bend their knee and serve. A tyrant, murderer, and enslaver of man and mer, Gabriel may be truly one of the greatest threats to earth until some hero of light extinguishes the dark flame of his life. He cares even not for the suffering of his own minions as he will actively torture his own subjects to ensure a loyalty though fear. The few joys he has are reading a good book, a warm cup of hot chocolate, and nice massages.
Brief History: Cruel, wicked but hurt, Gabriel is a creature of darkness who, tired of those who see him as evil attacking him, has decided to fight back and claim his world for himself, or die trying. In his home universe, he is a terrible tyrant, recruiting evil creatures to perform his bidding which ranges from destroying human civilizations to putting elven forests to the torch, to killing off rival warlocks. He has utilized many strategies to kill of various groups ranging from lizard men, to elves, to even a horde of unicorns which he burnt to death by having his forces surround their forest home, and throwing flaming potions into it until the entire thing was ablaze. However, just as the world was within his grasp, he was whisked away to a new world. What will his new world hold for him?
Universe of Origin: KeeperRL
Equipment
Enchanted Staff: A magical gnarled wooden staff enhanced with magics to make it much more durable, almost like a bar of steel, and who's impact when swung is like a sledgehammer.
Warlock Robes: Gabriel's clothing consists of his robes over a set of standard un-enchanted leather armor. Abilities Combat training: Gabriel has trained in martial combat with the likes of Orcs, Vampires and Ogres. While no master, Gabriel is competent with most melee weapons of medieval times.
Gabriel are able to summon small kobold like demons he dubs imps. Imps are non-combatant creatures, unable to hold their own against a human child in a fight. However, they are master masons and builders, able to cleave through dirt and stone with their claws. Gabriel can summon up to 20 such minions. Such creatures were used in his home realm to build a vast underground complex. They can also build smithies, training dummies, alchemy labs, and even demon gates, portals able to draw in dark beings like succubi, ghosts, and doppelgangers (Horrific monsters who assimilate their prey, in order to steal their abilities.). A list of things they can build can be found here: keeperrl.com/wiki/index.php?title=Con….
Empowered by dark arts, Gabriel is able to cast magic at no fatigue cost of his own. However, each spell has a determined cool down. As he practices his sorcery, he finds himself able to shave off seconds from his cooldowns by his intense training. He has mastered his magical powers about 50%, meaning he could with enough practice cut his cool downs in half. The list of the things he can cast are as follows, with him being able to cast up to Advanced Spells at the moment. keeperrl.com/wiki/index.php?title=Spells
Other:
While the character has no real personality in game, his abilities are fully streamlined. I figured with the small amount of information you're given I could formulate enough of a personality to get the ball rolling, and build one from how things interact with him.
His special material he uses for constructing some of his special buildings is Dark Mana. Dark Mana is gained by killing creatures, or via torture. It is an evil resource most of the time, but can be generated by intense magical study in a library. See Imp construction crew for more details on what Mana can be used for.
Gregor halted as his friend Kato appeared, declaring that this entire mess was one big accident, and then asking if Gregor was fine. "Well, I think I'm fine. One second as I do meh normal check up." He starts, before gently cracking his joints, his back, and finally his neck. "....I was fine, but I think I juss threw out me back...yea, threw out me back." Gregor speaks out, before putting two hands on his lower back and pushing, a disgusting almost crunch as the rat pushed his dislocated back into place. A small squeaky voice could be heard from inside Gregor's shirt. "That sounded very painful, are you ok?" It spoke, as a large brown rat poked it's small face from a shirt pocket. Gregor went to speak, before looking very confused and then looking to Kato. " I think I busted somthin in mai noggin, cause that rat just spuke like a person. Normally I just interpret their squeakin and movements, but dat one just fukkin tolked. " Gregor says, his former raging roars quieted down to a concerned quiet voice as he began to think he was losing his mind.
"I did just speak. I'm not sure of how, but I've suddenly become both sapient, and able to speak. I believe I have a senior student level of intellect. I would have to hazard a guess that it was the actions of the man who shot a magic beam that appeared to do nothing, as it was after that moment I noticed my sharp increase in intelligence." The Rat explained, and Gregor just watched it as though he was drunk. He looked to Kato, back to the rat, and then back to Kato. Gregor motioned to the rat in a very obvious are you hearing this right now? way.
The mighty rat king slumbered in this mid day, having had forgotten to set his alarm in the morning in his secret abode which was a dumpster on school property as whenever they attempted to throw trash into it, Gregor simply fed it to his rat swarms to keep his secret lair clean and tidy. Gregor was surrounded by a large number of scavenged pillows, creating a nice little hovel for him to curl up in. However, today was a day of reckoning for Gregor as he was awoken not by the subtle tones of his alarm, but a thunderous crash, as metal and glass bent and shattered. The form of a helicopter slammed against the dumpster after having crashed, sending the dumpster tumbling over a few times into the distance before it came to a stop, turned completely over.
Gregor was now very awake, and very angry as he saw his worldly possessions strewn about in a messy heap on top of him. He began to scramble, attempting to stand as his tail smacked a radio he had scavenged, and music from a cd he had within boomed out at full volume, only increased by the closed space for Gregor. It was as if the voice emanating from the box was the thunderous shouts of an angry deity directed at him.
"And in their hour of need, he sent forth unto them... THE BERSERKER RAGE! Now, gods of men, they rose up from the ground, screaming like wild animals. Such is the gift of absolute power. No blade or weapon could harm them; they killed man and horses alike!"
Pairing this with the rude awakening and the physical pain Gregor was in, Gregor felt a well of fury overflow from within. However, despite all his rage Gregor was still a rat in a cage....
As Alexei waited to make sure there was no more danger afoot, he would be able to see a dumpster flying towards the helicopter, something having thrown it as a roar could be heard by those within the food court. "Who in der right mind crashed a feeking coppah into mai fookin house, you absolute madmen?! I will demolish yew bloody space invaders, come get some prime rat rib ye mongoloids!" A scottish inflected voice screams into the air. Gregor could be seen standing surrounded by smashed electronics, clothing, and a few now ruined stuffed animals. "I will shiet down your torn open throats! No one tries to kill me and gets to just walk away from et!" Gregor declares as he picks up a jacket and slung it over his shoulders like a cape and began to walk towards the wreckage, following the dumpster.
"The Rat King, The Cornered Rat, Sir Cuddles (Title given, not liked.)" Age: 16
Grade: 2nd year
Biography:
Born in a batch of sixtuplets to a very poor family, Gregor's parents were faced with a horrific problem. They could not afford to feed all of their children, and if they tried no doubt several of them would die from starvation. Their powers were useless to the state, and so they worked menial jobs that paid very little. With his horrific realization they formulated an equally horrific plan. They would leave 3 of their children within a nearby forest where they would pass on peacefully from the intense cold. Gregor and two of his siblings were taken and left in the midst of a cold winter's night in a place full of cold and danger. However there were beings of the forest, told about in folktales passed down from generations that saw these poor souls, and decided to take either pity upon them, or for one, inflict a horrific curse.
Gregor's brother, the other son who was destined to die became a mighty wolf like creature, who's rending claws and teeth were the scourge of the forest. He ruled the cold night's as an apex predator. His sister who had been sent to die with her brothers was taken in by a witch, who flew in a mortar and pestle. She became a powerful witch of the woods, trained under the wing of a horrific monster. His siblings had been blessed with exceptional power, making them terrifying and mighty to behold. Gregor was nowhere near as lucky, as the god who saw upon him was a god of vermin, a god of that which others despised and hated. With a snap of their fingers, the small bab in the forest was transmuted, divine power given to not hunt and destroy, to not warp and mutate with witch like powers. No, he was transmuted into a form built to survive above all else. Gregor became the Rat King, and was raised by a herd of rats who lived within the forest. Over time the powers that be decided to pit their champions against one another.
First, the forces of nature battled, predator and prey as Gregor and his brother met for the first time in twelve years. Gregor's brother had been fully subsumed by his magic and turned into a wolf-man, who's chilling howl struck Gregor long before his brother did. In their battle, the wolf had grown used to fighting stupid prey who he could easily corner and devour. However, Gregor had become accustomed to dealing with crafty predators who used the same tactics. Gregor knew he would not win a direct fight, so he did not fight directly. He ran his brother ragged, forcing them to chase him though areas he could pass easily, but they could have to struggle. To struggle was to expend energy, to become weaker. It took hours, but Gregor eventually forced the wolf to collapse from exhaustion. He ended his brother's life by calling upon him a swarm of rats which reduced him to naught but bone in only a few moments.
Deep inside Gregor felt what he had done, and felt a tinge of regret and sadness that was quickly overpowered by terror as he felt the machinations of magic work upon him. His sister had been waiting, utilizing magic to hide from her brothers until they were weak and had killed each other. She was impressed by Gregor's cunning and tactics but brushed them off as the survival instincts of a cornered rat. She began to torture her brother with her magic, taking a deep delight in the suffering of others that she inherited from the witch who had trained her. She spoke, each flick of her tongue exaggerated as it carved into Gregor's flesh, speaking her torturous spell into existence. However, she had miscalculated in her assumption. Gregor was never cornered by his brother. He never felt truly in danger leading the fool where they could not follow over and over. This, however was truly a moment where he was cornered, and the cornered rat could be more dangerous that even that of a mighty serpent.
In a moment of rage, Gregor's tail shot forwards and grabbed the witch's tongue in its grasp before ripping it from her head, blood spewing from her maw as she screamed in pain. Gregor was freed from the enchantment that tore at his flesh for but a moment, but it was only a moment he needed. He sprung forwards, and took his teeth to her throat as he began to tear her apart, his mighty tail rending her into two pieces at the waist. When Gregor finally came to after his immense rage, he had found that he destroyed her, leaving only bloody smears and non-descript viscera. The Prey became Predator that day, and Gregor took from his battle new found knowledge and strength in himself. He collected his trophies from his siblings, a necklace from his sister, and the teeth of his brother. He added the teeth onto the necklace he now always wears.
This battle attracted attention however, as a man appeared not long soon after to find Gregor within the woods. Gregor was surprised that he could understand this man, and they had an offer. For him to become stronger, in a place for those like him. That was when Gregor was brought to the Tsar's school. From there, he learned to read and write, and the basics of education.
Gregor's personality is a mix of always cautious, yet curious.
Powers
Form of the Rat King: Gregor's primary power is that his body has been sculpted from that of a normal human into a form perfect for survival in the cold harsh wilderness. Gregor's body is covered in a thick layering of fur, which is a light grey. The ends of his hands and feet are tipped with claws able to dig into wood, and even stone when needed as to allow him to climb with ease. His skeleton can collapse slightly, allowing him to fit through gaps normally to small. He has an unnatural amount of physical stamina, as well as a resistance to diseases. He is, effectively, a rat man. Surprisingly, he isn't a horrifying rat man, but rather just one who's average looking.
Rule of the Rat King: Gregor is able to command and dominate other rodents, calling upon them as his soldiers and minions when needed. He is able to communicate to them complex plans and ideas that they'd normally be unable to comprehend, making these rats appear exceptionally intelligent to those who observe them. This control can be contested by other animal dominators, but Gregor's hold is very strong, as it is narrow.
Rat King's Tail: The most dangerous part of his body, that which he used to destroy his witch sister, Gregor's tail appears to be 12 tails coiled into one, giving him a much thicker tail than most rats would have, looking much more like a reptile's tail in terms of build. Gregor's tail is capable of crushing stone, and even non-magical metals like iron and steel with relative ease. If the tail is ever cut off, it regenerates rapidly in a process that drains a good deal of physical stamina from Gregor. Gregor can suppress this regeneration if he needs to.
Relationships
Gregor constantly rifles through Aegus's trash, picking up and scavenging things that Aegus throws away. "Aegus? Has more stuff than he can handle, throws a lot away...a lot of nice clothes too..."
Gregor avoids her at all costs, having a personal hatred for witches. He finds her games wasteful, and repulsive. "She'd not be the first witch I've torn the tongue out of if she tried casting magic on me. Keep her away from me."
Gregor finds them an interesting individual, but is quite fine staying at least 20 feet away at all times. "I've nothing against Alex, but...uhh...I've seen him do things...I've heard of him doing things...I'd rather not get to close unless I had to."
She terrifies Gregor, who when she has been angry, has no doubt had Gregor tossed to her with a bow on him in an attempt to calm her down. This normally leads to her squeezing him, and giving him the title of Sir Cuddles. "That girl, she scares me. I am apparently to her, Sir Cuddles. My name is not cuddles, it is Gregor! I am not cuddly either....mostly..."
Gregor likes Nidgardt, having from the first moment of meeting him been willing to spar and fight him to better himself, and Nidgardt. "Nidgardt is a swell fella. I'd have his back in a fight in a heartbeat. Woe be to anyone who angers him, for I'll be there to watch the carnage."
Gregor feels bad for Alyona, and once in a while leaves her candies he finds. He feels a strange sort of kinship with her. "Poor girl, thin as a twig and filled with so much darkness...maybe some chocolate will help cheer her up?"
Gregor when he frost met Kakara/Kato knew something was off with them, but having had no real previous encounters with fictionalized mental illness, assumed it was in part from their powers. He inquired, trying to not be overly rude. After some prying he learned of their curse and having fought against what he learned later was a witch, took it very seriously. Gregor has vowed that should he find the witch responsible, he would tear them in two, to symbolically break the curse upon Kakra/Kato.
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